Thunderstorm

Source One night it rained really hard at home. We lost our power for an hour and a half.  I lit candles and we sat in silence. My husband said that when he was a child his grandmother made them sit still and quietly during thunderstorms in reverence to God. She said “Let Him do […]

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My Grandmother’s Hands

Source Sometimes we remember the darndest things like my Grandmother’s nails When I file my nails I see her hands She was always filing her nails They were always perfect She liked them with oval tips Her nails had deep ridges in them from age Her hands were strong, brown Wrinkled like raisins Those hands […]